Bob Dylan See That My Grave Kept Clean Lyrics

See That My Grave Kept Clean Lyrics

Well there's one kind of flavor I'll ask for you

Well there's one kind of flavor I'll ask for you

There's just one kind of flavor I'll ask for you

You can see that my grave is kept clean.



And there's two white horses following me

And there's two white horses following me

I got two white horses following me

Waiting on my burying ground.



Did you ever hear that coffin sound

Did you ever hear that coffin sound

Did you ever hear that coffin sound

Means another poor boy is under the ground.



Did you ever hear them church bells toll

Did you ever hear them church bells toll

Did you ever hear them church bells toll

Means another poor boy is dead and gone.



And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold

And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold

And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold

And I believe what the father told.



And there's one last flavor I'll ask for you

And there's one last flavor I'll ask for you

And just one last flavor I'll ask for you

You can see that my grave is kept clean.